Seeing both sides of things is both a blessing and a curse
You can tear me to shreds
Over
And over again
And id still look up to you with love through these broken lenses
Because I remember being that broken
And I can only see in doubles through these cracked glasses of mine
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
